Monday, January 21, 2008
Mein Hund Ist Krank
Bandit is an outdoor dog. He's only allowed in the house to help clean up food spills or when it's dangerously cold outside.
One day when I was gone and my husband and son were left at home, my son let Bandit into the house. But not only was he allowed into my bedroom, the beast was allowed to lay on my bed. A definite No No.
According to my sons testimony, my son and the dog were relaxing on the bed when, out of the blue, the dog vomited on my side of the bed. My son tried to clean it up, but had to enlist the help of his father. His father instructed him to use a magazine to scoop the sick into a bag. Then clean the area with a wet towel. He did a good job and I might not have known, but my son had to tell me about the incident when I got home.
Luckily, I was at the laundrymat and had just washed bedding and was planning to change the sheets anyway. Just for good measure, I also flipped the mattress.
Just for fun, I had my husband translate the phrase "My dog is sick," into German: "Mein Hund ist krank."